One of the most misunderstood patterns in social media design is that of user identity management. Product designers often confuse the many different roles required by various user identifiers. This confusion is compounded by using older online services, such as Yahoo!, eBay and America Online, as canonical references. The services established their identity models based on engineering-centric requirements long before we had a more subtle understanding of user requirements for social media. By conjoining the requirements of engineering (establishing sessions, retrieving database records, etc.) with the users requirements of recognizability and self-expression, many older identity models actually discourage user participation. For example: Yahoo! found that users consistently listed that the fear of spammers farming their e-mail address was the number one reason they gave for abandoning the creation of user created content, such as restaurant reviews and message board postings. This ultimately led to a very expensive and radical re-engineering of the Yahoo identity model which has been underway since 2006.

"Tom won. He got everything he wanted; immortality, the ministry, even Harry Potter. And yet though he knew he owned the young wizards body, Harry's heart still remained free from his greedy grasp. "
this is really weird but i am still unwillingly intrigued; also the kids are interesting

"Excuse me," Magnus says, "I have to make a phone call. I think I might know someone who would know you."

Derek just nods again. Once Magnus moves away, he turns to the other two. "This . . . is happening faster than I thought it would," he says, an understated way of saying that he was nervous.

"Hey, I told you, you put Detective Stiles is on the case, things are gonna get *done*," Stiles says, hoping that his joking tone will get Derek to relax. It works, a little, in that Derek shakes his head at Stiles and looks around for a place to sit.

Derek closes his eyes to focus on the other end of the conversation, and hears a voice reply, "From you, I'd expect nothing less." He doesn't recognize the voice, but it tugs at him anyway, some sense of familiarity that has nothing to do with recognition.

"Did you happen to have a brother who got turned into a werewolf, or perhaps a cousin? He might have been adopted out to a pack?"

There's a moment of startled silence. "I – had a brother who was *killed* by a werewolf. When I was ten."